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"Yes, this is Mingtong City. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 "Are you going to leave now?" said the groom, a little inarticulately, but as far as I know, there don't seem to be any people in the halls in Mingtong City, and you may have to go to some of the larger towns. ”

"It's going down here. Ian rubbed his messy hair and jumped out of the carriage. Seeing that he had arrived at the gate of Mingtong City, the pedestrians who came and went looked at him strangely.

Last night, under the groom's "masterful" driving skills, the bag of herbs in the carriage was stuck with several holes by the dagger on Ian's waist. So all the dried herbs were thrown out, and although Ian plugged the leak in time, he still couldn't help but have those black leaves all over his body.

To others, Ian was like a beggar on the run. But Ian doesn't care, isn't it just a return to his old ways.

The groom, who hadn't slept all night, looked a little tired, but he still held up his spirit and said to Ian: "Little brother, it's not that my brother said you, if you really want to support yourself, it's okay to run a sports car with my brother." Although you don't make a lot of money, what kind of hall are you going to, it's completely going to die. ”

"Don't worry, it won't. Ian put on a cotton wool that was a specialty of Hall Village, and the whole person looked warm, "Anyway, thank you, I'll give you money." ”

Ian began to rummage through the money bag, and the groom hurriedly waved his hand, saying no, no, no, and drove the carriage into the city. This simplicity has to make Ian feel admired, but at the same time he is a little unhappy, what is easy.

Really, can't speak.

Ian walked into the city of Mingtong, and his eyes never stopped. As the groom said before, Mingtong is a small city, and it seems that it is. Both the city walls and the streets of the city are much smaller than those of Black Rock City. There weren't as many pedestrians coming and going as in Blackstone, but it's relieving to think about it.

After all, there is a Black Rock Mountain Range next to Black Rock City, and the people in the city live by eating mountains. And there are no good resources near Mingtong City, it is more like a big bazaar for nearly a hundred miles. Ian paid attention to the things sold by the merchants, and they couldn't do without padded jackets, specialties and the like.

Looking at the listless, yawning vendors sitting in their stalls, Ian couldn't help but feel contempt. Look at the time when I was in Black Rock City, the hawker's shouting didn't look like a dead mother, and everyone was so loud that it was like cutting someone.

Ian walked down the street, feeling more and more bored. The city was so dreary that he thought it would be better to find a convoy and go to another city. At this moment, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Not far in front of him was a liquor shop. The smell of sake spilled out of the shop and into the street, and it was noon, and there were still a lot of drinkers, so it was much more lively than anywhere else. But Ian's concern was not for the wine, of course, but for the person sitting outside the liquor store who was drinking.

It was a very thin man, with an ugly face and dark skin, like a mouse. But what caught his attention was what the man was carrying. He carried a large wooden barrel with no lid and a knife handle exposed. On his table, in addition to a bowl of wine, placed a wooden bow, and the quiver for which the arrows were placed was pinned to his waist.

It was precisely because of his full armament that no one around dared to approach him. So he took a table of his own, and Ian thought about it, ran straight in front of him, and sat down.

The man looked up and gave him a suspicious look, and Ian smiled brightly.

The man lowered his head again and continued to drink, thinking: Why did you come to a second goods?

Ian didn't know that he had been condemned to be a second-class in the minds of others, and he was happy because he thought he had finally found someone who looked more reliable. So he raised his eyebrows, leaned over to the man, and asked in a low voice, "Are you a hunter in the hall?"

The man glanced at him, and with some impatience took a wooden sign from his waist and placed it on the table. Ian thought that the wooden sign was the thorn flower totem of the hall, but when he got his hands on it, he was dumbfounded.

I saw that the carved one was a dog's tail grass.

"W-what?" asked Ian, twitching the corners of his mouth.

"Poof. ”

At this moment, a silver bell-like laugh rang out in Ian's ears. He turned his head and saw a beautiful girl standing beside him, smiling, eyes curved like crescents, and a shallow pear vortex hanging from the corner of her mouth.

When the girl saw that Ian was looking at her, she was not shy, and directly motioned for Ian to give up. Then she sat down and snatched the wooden plaque from Ian's hand. Ian only felt a burst of aroma, and the brand in his hand was in someone else's hand.

"Do you know the Hall Hunter's Thorn Flower Totem, or the Hall Merchant's Dogtail Grass Totem?" the girl waved the sign in her hand at Ian, then turned to the man with a sweet smile, "I'm right, right?"

Seeing such a cute girl talking to herself, the man was in a good mood. He took the wooden sign from the girl's hand, first mocked Ian for not seeing, and then asked the girl happily: "The little girl has good knowledge, what is her name?"

"Nicole. "Nicole was very generous in saying her full name," Nicole Catherine. ”

Ian watched the conversation between the two with some depression, what kind of hall merchant, is there such a thing as a merchant in the hall besides hunters? Also, is it necessary for this old man to smile so brightly? Really, I haven't seen a beautiful woman!

Ni could see that Ian had a resentful expression, and then pursed her lips and smiled: "It's not happy to say that you don't have knowledge, the hall is not only composed of hunters of thorn flowers, but also the merchants of dogtail grass and the alchemy masters of sunflowers, these people are specially for the service of the hall. ”

Ian then remembered that his father seemed to have a wooden sign of a sunflower. But who knows that there are so many doors, and no one has ever told him.

"That's right, little girl, since you know that I am a merchant in the hall, do you have anything you want to buy?" the man happily took out a large bag from the barrel, and he opened the bag to reveal all kinds of herbs.

Ian glanced at it, and was not interested. Nima is a medicinal herb again, and I hate medicinal herbs.

Nicole also glanced at it, then pursed her lips, and said a little helplessly: "Uncle Merchant, you sell these hemostatic medicines to the hunters in the hall are almost the same, and it is really useless to sell them to us." ”

Hemostatic drugs?

Ian turned his gaze back again, not knowing which leaf was the so-called hemostatic medicine. The man scratched his head and said with some embarrassment: "The merchants of the hall are originally trading with the hunters of the hall, so that's all for sale. ”

Nicole's eyes rolled around a few times, then she leaned over to the man and asked in a low voice, "If it's something that is sold exclusively to hunters, then, is it sold as a gift from the dwarves?"

The man's face changed instantly.